With her teeth she tore off her combat glove, and she grabbed a handful of slime that was all around. “We’ve lost containment,” Cratt said, his usually calm voice tinged with a rare note of urgency. Her other arm unbuckled her belt and pulled her pants, revealing her meaty ass globes. The sound of the warp’s screams faded into a hollow silence, but the danger was far from over. It filled the crawl space like a psychic flare, vibrating through the metal, freezing every soldier behind her in paralyzed horror. Their survival was not just a matter of chance—it was a matter of will. Sofia was still gasping and convulsing and her body was rigid. Together, the trio formed a formidable unit, one that had seen action in some of the most dangerous sectors of the Imperium.
